A Tehillah is a song of praise to God. This is my song of praise to God this morning.
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Morning Direction from Scripture 5-30-17
Confuse them, Lord, and frustrate their plans,
for I see violence and conflict in the city.
10 Its walls are patrolled day and night against invaders,
but the real danger is wickedness within the city.
11 Everything is falling apart;
threats and cheating are rampant in the streets.
12 It is not an enemy who taunts me—
I could bear that.
It is not my foes who so arrogantly insult me—
I could have hidden from them.
13 Instead, it is you—my equal,
my companion and close friend.
14 What good fellowship we once enjoyed
as we walked together to the house of God. Psalm 55:9-14
What plans of the enemy should you be praying God to frustrate right now?
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Evening Devotion 5-29-17
My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
What around you fuels “the wild storm of hatred”?
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Magnification Mondays 5-29-17
Morning Direction From Scripture 5-28-17
My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
Where is the real wilderness of quiet?
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Evening Meditation 5-28-17
My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
We know that there is no place in this world where we can perfectly escape the storms. Why is that?
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Mid Afternoon Meditation 5-28-17
My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
Have you ever wanted to just fly away? Where would you go? Is it far enough?
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Morning Direction From Scripture 5-28-17
My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
What can you do to weaken your fears?
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Sacred Sundays 5-28-17 Off The Res
Well folks, I have been off the reservation for about a week. The posts you have all been reading from me were mostly posted before I left for our annual network conference last Sunday.
This week has seemed like one continual church service. Last Sunday: We celebrated the achievements of our youth pastor, Brad Hackett, during his final service with us before he and his family move to Willimantic CT. ; We met our new interim pastor, Tim Moen; Then we headed to two and half days of conference in Providence RI with our Network.
Wednesday I had two funerals to perform and Thursday I had a third funeral to attend. Friday I led youth group as we await our interim youth pastor. Yesterday was the celebration luncheon and roast for our Lead pastor and his wife as they prepare for their final Sunday (today). They will soon be departing for their new church posting in Canada.
All the loss and transition has left me a little emotionally drained; So this is my song for the day.
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Evening Meditation 5-27-17
My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
Lillie-Put 